"My father didn't tell me how to live, he lived and let me watch him do it." -- Clarence B. Kelland
Yesterday was father's day, as I'm sure many of you realized :). And I, like many of you, enjoyed some much-needed family time, ultimately concluding with a long drive home to San Diego from LA. Ok, so the drive is not that long, but it was late, and I was tired...
I'm not going to lie, my Monday dragged at work and I almost forgot about my post for today! So I apologize if this is a little shorter and not as motivational. I just wanted to reflect on father's day for a bit :). See.. a cool thing happened this year on Father's day: the Dodgers were playing! And my sisters and I got to sit with my dad to watch the game on tv!
Ok so the Dodgers play just about every Sunday during the baseball season; that part isn't so magical. What was kinda magical, was that their game was being played... at home (in LA)... and it was being televised on ESPN!!! Now, as most Dodger fans know, if you don't have Time Warner Cable, then you are not going to catch all the dodger action (much to the dismay of many fans... my family included). So imagine my family's surprise when we hear that the game will be on ESPN... which my family can access, because they have the Dish network! It was truly a little father's day miracle!
The reason I see this as a little magical happening, is because watching baseball... specifically the Dodgers-- is something I uniquely associate with my dad. I remember very fondly spending hot summer days sitting in front of the TV, with big ol' slices of watermelon, while the fans were blowing hot air in our faces and the Boys in blue playing America's favorite pastime on the television (with Vin Scully announcing of course). When I think of happy times, I often go to these memories because at least while the game was on, there wasn't a care in the world. And trust me, there was a lot to care about. I grew up in a rough part of town; my house and street often getting caught up in the cross-fire with drive-by shootings between rival gangs. Times were tough. But the minute the game came on, my dad would call us all to the living room and he'd tell us who the team was up against. This is where I learned about baseball, this is where I fell in love with baseball and it was all thanks to my dad.
Clarence B. Kelland's quote above reminds me so much of my dad because he didn't try hard to be a good dad, he just was! He Just was because he lived (lives!) genuinely and his values just permeate his little jokes and conversations about simple things, like baseball. I could go on and on about what my dad has taught me and how special he is and how grateful I am to have him as a dad, but I did all that with him... yesterday. Today for me, was about reflecting on a little piece of magic that happened this father's day, thanks to the Dodgers and ESPN :).
I hope that you had a chance to spend some quality time with your fathers, father-figures, or moms who have been both father and mother to you! Til next time...
Be happy, live happy!
Monica
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